|Charlotte and Myself enjoying a day in the Georgia sun|
A good 20 minutes go by before I realize that Charlotte has been outside a lot longer than normal so I go to the door and call for her.
I call again, this time clapping my hands to get her attention.
Nothing, not even the jangle of her name tag against the collar.
I think that she must be doing something in the back of the yard and is so preoccupied that she doesn't hear me so I go inside for the industrial strength flashlight (I thought B was crazy to spend $100 on a flashlight, but this thing WORKS).
After thoroughly inspecting the yard and all the bushes it became apparent that my dog was no longer in the back yard, even though both gates were closed and the fence is still intact.
At this point I am starting to panic. It is evening, the time when predators come out looking for their dinner. She is not a super small dog, but I could see her being a tasty meal for something that lives in the Georgia woods (a Walker, perhaps?)
What if she got out of the yard, was hit by a car and was now suffering on the side of the road somewhere?
The gates do not lock, what if someone decided they wanted little Charlotte for themselves? (she is super cute after all)
What if I was going crazy and didn't let her outside in the first place?
I ran in the house and checked the last item off the list, she was no where to be found.
I open the front door with the intent of canvasing the entire neighborhood in search of her, when something runs past my feet. At first I think it was the cat trying to go outside, when I get a better glimpse of the white blur running past me. Charlotte! Never have I been so happy to see her :)
What dog escapes the backyard, only to gain the freedom of the front porch? Mine, apparently.